Today’s a Good Day

*I have decided that I am going to title Sundays on my blog, “Simple Sundays”.  Yes, I want to reach my goal of a post every day, but I realize that it is a big undertaking.  I am still trying to figure out how those that post two or three postings a day do it.

I am convinced they have little elves that work all night and day to help them accomplish the goal or that is all that they have to do.  I am not one of those people at this point in my life.

The plan is on Sunday to keep it simple.

Below is a simple little poem that I wrote titled, “Today’s a Good Day”.

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“Today’s a Good Day “

Today’s a good day to bask in the sun.

I might swim in the lake or

take off and run.

Today’s a good day to wear a hat.

I might sit on the roof

or pet my friend’s cat.

Today’s a good day to read a book

I might go to the zoo.

or sit by a brook.

Today’s a good day to do whatever I choose.

I might just sit down

and take off my shoes.

Smooth Criminal

Have you ever had a song that wouldn’t get out of your head? That’s what has happened to me the last couple of days.

I have had the song, “Smooth Criminal” by Michael Jackson stuck in my head. I thought why in the world do I have this song infiltrated in my brain. It occurred to me to make it a prompt for a story before I went to sleep the other night, but then I forgot about it when I woke up.

I was perusing the Facebook newsfeed and guess what song I saw on a video. You guessed it. So, I got the computer out last night and started typing this up.

I read somewhere that Michael was inspired by the fact that medical personal were taught to say in CPR classes, “Annie, are you okay?” Even though paramedics are supposed to call the person by name sometimes out of habit they would call the patient Annie. Below is my story inspired by the song “Smooth Criminal”

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Annie glared at her stalker through the long pane window. He was shouting at her, but she just saw his arms flailing up and down as he screamed. She could see the crow bar in his hand. Tap.Tap.Tap.

“Oh Lawd. He’s going to break the window.” Annie said as she bolted to the dining room.

The sound of  the shattering glass filled her ears.

“Annie.” He hollered.

Tears were pelting down her face. There was nowhere to hide. She slid under the dining room tablecloth. Praying he didn’t look for her there.

“Annie, you got nowhere to run. It’s just you and me. You shouldn’t have changed the locks Annie. Did you really think that I would leave you alone? That a restraining order would stop me. You are mine and the law ain’t going to tell me any different.”

Her hands were trembling as she covered her mouth to muffle her cries. She could hear the glass crunching beneath his boots.

He paid no attention to the shards of glass imbedded in his skin. He patiently made his way to the dining room. He could hear her breathing and the muffled cries.

“Annie, Come out, Come out wherever you are. “

He turned into the dining room. Whimpers came from under the table.

“Annie you shouldn’t have ran from me.” She could see his boots as he circled around the table.

“I thought you loved me. You promised to love me and cherish me. I pay your bills. I buy your food, and this is how you repay me. Annie, Annie, Annie. Didn’t your momma teach you better?”

He stopped circling the table. Annie clutched her arms around her legs and laid her head on her knees. She was shaking uncontrollably now.

“Please, don’t hurt me, Dexter. I won’t run again. I won’t lock you out. I’m promise,” she said crawling out from under the table.

“Why should I believe that? No, I think we are long past that. See, I think if I can’t have you. I’m not going to let anyone have you.”

Dexter grabbed Annie’s black hair and rubbed his hands across her face. He pulled her up to his chest while her hair remained in his hand.

“I’ve never killed somebody before. You’ll be my first. You’ve been a first for me in many ways Annie. “

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The policeman walked through the broken remains of the window.

“Annie. Annie are you okay? The officer didn’t miss the bloody footsteps that ensued out of the dining room. When he reached the dining room, he discovered Annie laid on the floor with a gunshot wound to her chest.”

“Annie are you okay?”

Annie didn’t respond.

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He watched from the woods as they covered Annie on the gurney. Dexter didn’t see the young man watching him as he fled through the woods, but the young man would never forget him.

The weeks that followed Annie’s death Dexter told the tale to anyone that would listen. The police didn’t come looking for him . He had paid them off. His brothers didn’t snitch on him either. They knew what would happen if they did.

“Hey Smooth Criminal.” That’s how they greeted him.

Dexter would stop and see Annie’s boy at his grandmother’s from time to time. He always made it a point to inform the boy that if there was anything he ever needed not to hesitate to contact him.

Annie Miller’s case like so many others went untouched and Dexter grew bolder in his crimes.

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Fifteen years later a new police chief took over the Anaheim Police Department. He instructed them to open up the cold case of Annie Miller.   He was so sure of who the murderer was that he called him the Smooth Criminal. He had been planning for this moment since he was sixteen years old.

He was there when the judge read Dexter Clement the verdict. He walked up to his mother’s convicted killer and looked him in the eye.

“I made a promise to myself that I would apprehend you if it was the last thing I do. It looks like I made good on my promise Smooth Criminal. My mother can finally rest in peace.”

First Friday Fictioneers Post is my Twenty-First Post (Woo-Hoo)

This makes my twenty-first post.  I am having so much fun taking part in the flash fiction challenges.  It is has been great being able to interact with many other like-minded bloggers.  I look forward to interacting with many more of you while continuing to grow as a writer.  My goal is to compose 365 post this year.  If I continue at this pace I will have shelled out many more than that goal.  No matter what,  I want to make it enjoyable and continue to meet many other wonderful bloggers.

Below is the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the creator of the group as many of you know better than me.  Much thanks to her for continuing to provide prompts and assemble this group of writers.  I look forward to interacting with the Fictioneers in the future.

If you would like to take part in this Flash Fiction Challenge, you can click here for more information.  Below is my contribution to this challenge

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Exhale”

She tripped running up the stairs. She had to reach him. He took a nap every afternoon when he arrived home. It didn’t matter that he was fifteen. He was her blue-eyed baby boy.

The smoke was suffocating. When she reached the apartment, it was fully enflamed.

“Mam, you have to come with me.” The firefighter said as he grabbed her trembling arm.

“My baby is in there.” She screamed.

“Let me do my job.”

She didn’t remember the firefighter carrying her down the stairs. All she remembered was the sound of her baby’s voice.

“Momma, I made it out.”

99 words

The Cryptic Journey

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For a week,  I have been surrounded by thirty-five wayward people. We have no water or food while we are locked in this cryptic shipping container. Absolutely nowhere private to relieve ourselves. Several girls my age cried the first two days.

It is quiet now except for the two toddlers. Two women on the boat have become their surrogate mothers.

I am relieved when we dock. I didn’t know how much longer it would be before we dehydrate.  Some are already lethargic.

I last seen Mr. Palmer when he auctioned me off at port with the others.

I am the first one to ascend out of the container. On deck, two dubious looking men strip me down. They proceed to shove me across the ship. I watch their eyes linger on me. The one with the scruffy beard hoses me down. It is the first bath I have had since the abduction.

After the mortifying experience, they hand me a flowered dress and propel me onto the Blue Lagoon Beach.

175 words

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If you would like to read the first part of this story, I’ve Been Watching You, click here.

If you would like to take part in this FFfAW picture prompt, click here.

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The story is fiction, but this scenario happens to men, women, boys and girls every day.

© 2015 All Rights Reserved @Silverstein Potter and Other Fictitious Ramblings

The Pursuit of Something Remarkable

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“The Abundance of Katherines” by John Green Design layout by Silverstein Potter

 

I’ve been thinking about this quote.  Does any of us set out to do nothing in the world? I mean, don’t we all want to do remarkable things? Who determines what is remarkable? Couldn’t mothering three sons be remarkable?

I am absolutely famous to my three boys.

They know me and can recognize me anywhere. Sometimes, when I am around them, they are speechless(although it may not be because they are star struck).

 

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These are my boys,  Junior, Speed Racer, and Poncho. Don’t they look ready to conquer the world?  They aspire to do remarkable things.

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 Junior wants to be a paleontologist.  I believe in him.  He has carried that desire  since he was two years old.  Well, maybe he didn’t know the correct terminology, but he wanted to study and dig up dinosaur bones.  At two, I thought it was a phase.  Now at fourteen,  I don’t think it’s a phase anymore.

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Speed Racer here, the middle boy, wants to be a NASCAR driver and he also wants to own a racing team.  He wants to become a mechanical engineer too. I believe in him.

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Now Poncho, the baby, has aspired to be everything from a race car driver to a zookeeper and lots of professions in between. He’s got plenty of time to decide.

I believe they can do it.

More importantly, they believe they can do it.

I’ve met lot of adults who didn’t believe in themselves.

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I think about my grandparents ( Aren’t they wonderful).  They had simple dreams.  Their dreams were to be able to take care of their family and leave them something when they left this world.  They accomplished both of those things.

I think they were remarkable people.

I think they did remarkable things.

Building houses is remarkable. Decorating and cooking cakes is remarkable.

They weren’t on T.V. I didn’t care.

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Quote from “The Help” Design Layout by Silverstein Potter

The definition of remarkable is worthy of attention.

I am certain that everyone who reads this is worthy of attention.

Maybe you haven’t been on T.V., wrote a bestselling novel, or been number one on the pop charts.

One thing is for certain, you are remarkable because you are worthy of attention. Don’t give up. Go and do remarkable things by your definition, not the worlds.

I’m going to keep trying to do remarkable things and I hope you will too because you are remarkable. Don’t give up!

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Quote from Rocky Balboa in Rocky Design Layout by Silverstein Potter

© 2015 All Rights Reserved @Silverstein Potter and Other Fictitious Ramblings

Nosy Neighbors

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Monday Finish the Story Challenge. The link is here.

The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. Monday morning I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on my door. I hurried before whoever it was broke their hand.

When I opened the door, I think every neighbor within two miles was standing there.

“Mrs. Cortines, you are in violation of code 62 of the Homeowner’s Association agreement.”

“Why Mr. Hines, not on your daily rendezvous I see. Does Mrs. Hines know about that?” Mr. Hines started to shift his feet and divert his eyes.

“I didn’t think so. It’s so nice to see you, Mr. Fulton. How is your black market sales going from the garage?” Mr. Fulton glared at me and then turned around and walked away.

One by one my neighbors turned to leave. They didn’t linger around to see what else I would say. Strange thing is, they never mentioned my yard art again.

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Let me know what you think. I love hearing from y’all. I’ve put the link again below if any of you want to participate.

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Thank you

Liebster Award

I want to thank Creatopath for nominating me for the Liebster award.  When she nominated me I had no clue what it was.  I have since looked it up.  I have to say I am so thankful for all the love I’ve gotten in the last week and a half. I am overwhelmed. I surely didn’t expect the positive response that I have received.

Please visit Creatopath’s site here. She has shown my site much love. Her site is interesting, and she always has something going on.

Okay, I won’t keep y’all waiting any longer.  Here are my questions and answers.

What is one of your favorite songs?

It is really hard for me to narrow it down to one song. My taste is very eclectic in music. I am going to list four. I am breaking the rules right off. I guess if you’re going to break them, break them BIG. Here they are in no particular order:

1. “Blowers Daughter” arrangement by Scala and Kolacny Brothers

2. ” Spirit Speaks” by Sons and Daughters acoustic version

3.  “The House that Built Me” by Miranda Lambert

4. “Man in the Mirror” Noah Guthrie’s cover

That’s just skimming the surface. I love Music. Okay moving right along.

If someone gave you $5,000 what would you buy?

I would use some on a mission trip and the other I would use it to go toward publishing my book.

What is the first thing you do when you get up in the morning?

Besides the obvious (I won’t state it), I take my four month old puppy outside , and fix breakfast for my three boys (in the south we fix everything or I’m fixin to go somewhere).

What famous person would you like to meet? Why?

I don’t really have a famous person that I want to meet. There are a lot of people from the past that I would have like to have spent time with. Vincent Van Gogh, Martin Luther, Degas, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Shel Silverstein, and there are many more I think the reason is because they all didn’t go with the flow. They were all okay with being different, but they were not without their struggles. That is something that I need to be reminded of every day.

What country would you like to visit and why?

I would like to visit Scotland. The history, the beautiful country, and the dialect.

The following are the bloggers that I am nominating.  Strange Place Called Here pours out her heart in every post. Mermaid Fingers has a great wit in her stories that she creates.

This Strange Place Called Here

Mermaid Fingers

These are the five questions for the Liebster Award:

Why did you start a blog?

What is your favorite book?

Where is your favorite place to read?

Who do you admire most and why?

What is one thing that is unique about you?

Here are the rules for the Liebster Award-


1. Link the person who nominated you (that’s me) to your blog post and let them know you answered their questions.
2. Answer the questions given to you by the nominator.
3. Nominate other bloggers for the award.
4. Create questions for your nominees to answer.
5. Let the nominees know that they have been nominated by going to their blog and notifying them.

*Those that I nominated please don’t feel obligated to take part, but if you want to you are more than welcome.  It’s another way to meet other bloggers. 🙂